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Date Posted: 14:25:42 05/21/02 Tue
Author: War Emblem
Subject: [. Please, Stick To Your Facts And Get Off My Lands .]
In reply to: ~*~Taylor~*~ 's message, "~*~It Is A Start~*~" on 14:21:00 05/21/02 Tue

[. Gaze of brujo rivets to her, cluck caught attention. Seeing no treats the stallion backs up, fleeing from his corner for he knew how cruel human beings could be. Something in the back of his mind reminded him of someone. Perhaps it was his second owner. Owned by a prince. The words made the stallion flinch, despite his benign, unwavering gaze. He did not want to be owned by a prince, therefore had escaped. Fire ebbed at his heart, black as ebony. And once before he had been owned by the dream owner. Only, he had been sold because his legs were so bad...still, he loved his previous owners; prince or not. Being with the prince mean't attention and he could run all day, being the winner of the Kentucky Derby and Preakness Stakes. Still, time had run out and before the Withers Stakes would even strike the titles, the stallion had escaped from his stall. Why? Because, being a dream horse conjured up hateful memories and the warrior wished to start anew. Maybe being owned by a female would be okay. Still, the stallion of potential and worth backed away, forcing himself away from the corners and snapping inscisors. If she thought she was doing so good; let her think that. There were more steps in buying a Triple Crown stallion...If he did win the Triple Crown, that was. Memories and dreams clashed together in the mind of the stallion, making the ebonite one toss cranial into the air, nasals forcing out a snort of indignance, cavity swelling with each breath that was taken in gloriously .]

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Replies:

~*~Cooed~*~ -- ~*~Taylor~*~, 14:30:03 05/21/02 Tue
- $ Promises Are Nothing In My Eyes; Promises Are Not Promises $ -- War Emblem, 14:38:37 05/21/02 Tue
  - ~*~Some things hurt, but not as bad as others~*~ -- ~*~Taylor~*~, 14:42:08 05/21/02 Tue
    - - - My Trust Is Lost With The Lost Charm - - -- War Emblem, 14:44:20 05/21/02 Tue
      - ~*~ Smile ~*~ -- ~*~Taylor~*~, 14:46:55 05/21/02 Tue
        |+| Of Horses And Angels Comes A Hellion |+| -- War Emblem, 14:49:15 05/21/02 Tue
        ~*~ Roll of Eyes ~*~ -- ~*~Taylor~*~, 14:51:26 05/21/02 Tue

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